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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Jareth’s House → Beverly Hills High
[b][u]Interaction With:[/u][/b] Ari [sup][@Foxygen][/sup]
[b][u]Time:[/u][/b] 10:00 PM - 8:15 AM [/center]

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The glaring brightness of a laptop screen illuminated Jareth’s face as he watched a YouTube video on steel drums. He sent a quick text to Jessie, thinking maybe it would be fun to try to incorporate such a unique sound in one of their songs. Jar tossed the phone aside and scrolled up on the page to click the next time-eating website. His fingers paused over the favorited link to Jade’s webcam show. And then, because he was a fucking idiot, he actually clicked it. It wasn’t live, but there was still the most recent video... and the subsequent comments section. The combination of her velvety voice and the lewd comments from strangers caused Jareth’s temperature to rise and red to creep up from his neck to his cheeks. 

Jar slapped the laptop closed with a violent [i]clack[/i] and whipped it away. His fists balled up and he stood up quickly, throwing a hard punch into the wall. Yet another stupid move, as that only served to painfully split his middle knuckle. [color=slategray]”Fuck!”[/color] he hissed and shook out the injured hand. Sighing, he ran his other hand through his hair and over his face, settling it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Jade and Jareth had an exclusive summer fling that had ended just a few weeks ago. As toxic as they were as a couple, getting dumped by her felt a lot like getting kicked in the teeth. Being summer vacation, he knew that the loss of her wasn’t stinging as bad as it could be. Currently, he didn’t have to see her every day, but tomorrow marked the first day of senior year at Beverly Hills High, and she sure as shit would be sashaying that sexy ass of hers down the halls in some stunner get-up.

Groaning, Jareth stuffed the confusing emotions down the best way he knew how by fetching his stash. After gathering a flask, his lighter, and rolling up a joint, Jar grabbed his iPod and cell phone and headed out onto the balcony attached to his room. The view from the balcony was nice, but it wasn’t his favorite spot. Jareth turned and gripped the edge of the rain gutter and hiked his lithe frame up onto the roof. Once situated away from prying eyes and the world in general, Jar took a swig of his pilfered whiskey and turned his iPod volume up, threatening premature hearing loss. Laying back, Jareth lit up and filled his lungs before exhaling a cloud of pot smoke into his view of the starry night sky.

Between the buzz and the screaming music, Jareth nearly forgot all about that gorgeous bitch he would have to face tomorrow. In all of this forced forgetting, Jar also lost track of time and passed out on the roof above his bedroom. It was a relatively comfortable night for August in California, so his sleep went on uninterrupted; That is until the jarring vibrations in his pocket jolted him awake. 

Jar squinted his eyes at the rising sun and tried to get his bearings. Was he... on his roof? Did he sleep here all night? Jareth retrieved the phone and opened the two new messages.

[color=crimson]"JARETH IF YOU MISS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ILL KILL U"
“Also, can I get a ride?”[/color]

Jareth chuckled at the phone screen and typed up a reply to Ari.

[color=slategray]“Christ, it’s 6 AM, dude… yeah, I’ll pick you up in like an hour and a half.”[/color]

There was a gruesome vertebral crack as Jareth stood up and stretched. Sleepily, he half-fell, half-climbed down to his balcony and back into his room. The first order of business was to take care of the three S’s. After he was thoroughly cleaned up, it was on to the daunting task of achieving perfect hair. Blow drying it left him with a poofy mop of curls that he had to spend over a half hour straightening into submission. Once finished, he had the coveted, touchably soft JRock hair - not that he ever let anyone touch it… well, some girls could, and Ari always tried to. Jar then lined his lower lashes with black and dressed in painted on dark skinnies and a equally tight black My Chemical Romance shirt that looked like a Ouija board.  

Jareth made some toast to settle his angry stomach and loaded himself and his black and white checkered, pin-and-patch-covered backpack into Old Faithful. He made a silent wish that the 1993 black Volvo 240 wagon would actually start when he turned the key. It did, and Jar sighed his relief before speeding off to pick up Adassi. 

Surprisingly, it looked like Ari actually showered this morning. Jar had never met someone so set on what he called the “true grunge” lifestyle. He was smiling too, which meant that his meds were probably working and he was soon to start chattering away incessantly. Jareth didn’t mind though, he could use the distraction.

[color=slategray]“Mornin’ Sunshine!”[/color] Jar said in a sing-song tease and put the car in drive once Ari closed the door. Jar parked in one of the faraway spots of the senior parking lot, not wanting to be next to some A-lister's shiny sports car and be blamed for when it inevitably gets a scrape or dent. The black-clad duo strode in for their first day back at the shit hole. They were forced to attend some stupid assembly that Jareth ignored in favor of browsing on his phone and chatting with his people. After that, there was an Activity Fair in the stadium. Because it wasn’t a class, and there wasn’t much better to do, Jareth went. Clubs and activities never really drew Jareth’s interest, but something there did catch his eye. The Music Club was passing out flyers for this Fall’s 1st Annual Battle of the Bands. 

Jareth jabbed his elbow into Ari’s ribs to get his attention. [color=slategray]”Hey, check this out! We should sign CrimSon up.”[/color] he gestured to the flyer and then passed it to him. Jar’s eyes scanned the crowds quickly and then looked back down. So far so good, no painful trips down memory lane yet. The day was young, though...